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SOUTHERN  DISTRICT  OF  NEW-YORK,  SS. 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  that  on  the  28th  day  of  June,  in  the  47th  year 
of  the  Independence  of  the  United  States  of  America,   Henry  C.  Sleight,  (in  be-  I 
half  of  a  Committee  of  the  Brick   Church)  of  the  said  district,  hath   deposited  in 
this  office  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words 
following  to  wit : 

«'  The  Brick  Church  Hymns,  designed  for  the  use  of  social  prayer  meetings  and 
families,  selected  from  the  most  approved  authors,  and  recommended  by  Gardiner 
Spring,  D.  D.  Pastor  of  said  Church." 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  Congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled,  M  An  acl 
Tor  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and  book*, 
to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times  therein  mentioned  ;" 
and  also,  to  an  act  entitled,  M  An  act  supplementary  to  an  act,  entitled,  an  act  for 
lhe  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and  books, 
to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times  therein  mentioned, 
and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving,  and  etching 
historical  and  other  prints."  JAMES  DILL, 

LCkrk  of  the  Southern  District  of  New- York* 


SELECTION 


HYMN    1.     (  .  M. 

1  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  p<>\  i 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  Love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  aurs. 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  forn 

In  vain  we  strive  to 

nigh  on  our  to*  e 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

•  Deal  1  ord  '   md  -hull  we  ever  In  <• 
At  tin-  poor  dying  rate, 

..fit,  bo  i  old  to  thee, 
I  thine  to  u&  bo  e 

3pii  it,  beav'nlj  Doi 
W  ith  all  thy  quick'ning  poire] 


HYMN  2.       C.  M. 

1  Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls. 

Those  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faith 
And  nourish  your  despair  ? 

2  What  though  your  num'rous  sins  exceed 

The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And,  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rise  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows 

Of  never  failing  grace  ! 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase  ! 

5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound  : 
Now,  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins. 
Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  swells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

HYMN  3.       L.  M. 
1  'Tis  finish'd,  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died. 
'Tis  finish'd — yes  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 


2  Tis  finish'd — all  that  heaven  decreed 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said 

Is  nowfulfilfd  as  was  design'd, 
In  me  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — Heaven  is  reconcii'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd  : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  thro'  all  the  nations  round  : 
'Tis  finish'd — let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

HYMN  4.      P.  M. 
1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 
High  rais'd  his  conquering  head 
In  wild  dismay 
The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground. 
And  sink  away. 

J  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  command? 
And  worship  at  his  feet : 

Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  w.iv 

From  realms  of  day 

To  Jesus'  tomb. 

Mien  back  to  Heaven  they  Bj 
The  joyful  newt  lo  bear  : 


Hark !  as  they  soar  on  highr 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 

Their  anthems  say, 

"Jesus  who  bled 

Hath  left  the  dead  ; 

He  rose  to-day." 
4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem' d  by  him  from  hell  ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 

Transported  cry, 

"  Jesus  who  bled 

Hath  left  the  dead 

No  more  to  die." 

b  All  hail  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood !. 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God! 

With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign, 

And  empires  gain 

Beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  5.       C.  M. 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed ! 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 


3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkn<  ss  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God.  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  one  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  : 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  6.       C.  M. 

1  Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  rilTd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  tho't  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see, 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crown-  my  days, 

In  every  pain  1  1m  ai \ 
M\  heart  shall  find  delight  in  prai& 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

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5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r. 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  7.       L.  M. 
i  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face  ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn. 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  cast  away  thy  slavish  fear  : 
?Tis  God  who  says,  "  no  longer  mourn," 
5Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

HYMN  8.       P.  M. 
1  Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 


Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 

Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  IVe  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposal  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand' ring  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it  ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love. 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it. 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 
HYMN  9.       L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashanVd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praise 
AVhose  glories  shine  through  endless  days 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  I  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  Mar  ; 

I  [e  sheds  the  D4  lams  of  light  A\\  m<  . 
O'ei  this  benighted  soul  of  mine 

jui ;  ••    soon 
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*Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  'till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  hids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No  ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  'Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
•Till  then,  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

HYMN  10.       C.  M. 

1  Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "  Til  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'M  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  king  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives, 


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Perhaps  be  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r  ; 
But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try  ; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  for  ever  die." 

HYMN  11.       L.  M. 

1  O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  cry  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  : 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ! 
Thyself  hast  bid  me  seek  thy  face  j 
Thyself  hast  said,  return. 

3  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
And  let  thy  Spirit's  voice  impart ! 
A  taste  of  joy  divine  ! 

HYMN  12.       L.  M. 

II:  die-  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo !   Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  '. 
me  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  imn  whogroan'd  beneath  jour  load ; 


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He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood  ! 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  j 

The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ! 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  \ 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains  ! 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

"  Born  to  redeem,  instruct,  and  save  V 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
"  And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ?" 

HYMN  13.       C.  M. 

1  How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  ;" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home  ! 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 


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And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  li\< 

To  speak  thy  wond'rous  love  ? 
i  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  povv'r, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 

So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 
5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet. 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

HYMN  14.       L.  M. 

1  Eternity  !  the  dread  abode 
And  habitation  of  our  God  ; 
His  glory  fills  the  vast  expanse, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  mortal  sense. 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  dreadful  wo,  or  joyful  bli-- 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round. 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  Sinner !  can'st  thou  for  ever  dwell 
In  all  the  fi'ry  deeps  of  hell  ; 
And  is  death  nothing,  then,  to  thee  ; 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

4  Ye  gracious  souls  with  joy  look  up  ; 
In  Christ  rejoice,  your  glorious  hop. 
This  everla-ting  bliss  secures  ; 
God  and  eternity  are  yours. 

HYMN  15.      L.  M. 
i  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  Rong! 
Awake,  my  bouI  ;  awake,  my  tong 


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Hosanna  to  th'  Eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God  ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
ti  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face — 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

HYMN  16.       L.  M. 

1  O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down  ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all  if  mine  thou  art, 


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Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thy  image  on  my  heart 

J  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

HYMN   17.       S.  Bf. 

1  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  del  a; 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 
Then  why  should  you  delav 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  18.       L.  M. 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest. 
Come  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

I  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load  ; 
O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad 
Divine  companion,  mighty  love 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 


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3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice. 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

HYMN  19.       C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Here  springs  df  sacred  pleasure  rise. 

To  ease  your  every  pain  ; 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies !) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice. 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


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6  Dear  Saviour  draw  reluctant  hearte. 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  20.       C.  M. 

1  Without  thy  grace,  I  sink  opprest 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
O  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest, 
And  all  my  fears  dispel. 

2  ?Tis  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore, 

O  may  thy  bowels  move  : 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store. 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

3  Should  I  at  last  in  heaven  appear, 

To  join  thy  saints  above  ; 
I'll  shout  that  mercy  brought  me  there 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  21.       C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  in  thy  transporting  name, 
What  blissful  glories  rise! 
Jesus !  the  angel's  sweetest  theme — 
The  wonder  of  the  skies. 

\   What  glad  return  can  1  impart 
For  favours  <o  divine  ? 
O  take  my  heart — this  worthless  heart 
And  make  it  only  thine. 

HYMN  22.      U  M. 

i  Lord,  at  thy  feet,  I  prostrate  fall, 

Opprest  with  fear-  to  thee  1  rail 

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Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me. 
And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 

2  I'll  seek  his  face  with  cries  and  tears, 
With  secret  sighs  and  fervent  pray'rs  ; 
And  if  not  heard,  I'll  waiting  sit, 
And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 

HYMN  23.       L.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  thy  presence  we  appear, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  : 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move, 
Our  wants  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Thou  know'st  the  language  of  the  hearty 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh  : 
Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  pray'r. 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

HYMN  24.       C.  M. 

1  O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows. 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  groaning  on  my  burden'd  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart. 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  The  hour  is  near,  consign'd  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree  ; 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,  "  remember  me." 


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HYMN  25.      L.  M. 

I  Thou  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain, 
Once  dead,  but  now  alive  again  ; 
Give  me  to  know,  to  taste,  and  prove 
The  pow'r  and  sweetness  of  thy  love. 

?  Give  me  to  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  know  myself  an  heir  of  heav'n  ; 
My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood. 
And  fill  me  with  the  love  of  God. 

HYMN  26.       C.  M. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 

Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For.  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  satan  sorely  prest ; 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within. 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

HYMN  27.       L.  M. 
t   Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord. 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  ; 
2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  M  will  !  he. 
■  Amid  this  little  conapai 

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*To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place. Tf 
3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 
O  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

HYMN  28.       L.  M. 

1  With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
Pll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cry'd,  when  troubles  rose  ; 
lie  heard  me,  and  subdu'd  my  foes  : 
My  rising  fears  he  did  control, 

And  strength  diffus'd  through  all  my  soul ' 

3  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  his  hand ; 
His  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins. 
To  save  from  sorrow  and  from  sins  ; 
The  work  that  mercy  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

HYMN  29.       L.  M. 

1  Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown ! 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ; 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dream?, 


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Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flame?  '. 

I  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold. 

HYMN  30.       L.  M. 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolong  my  day«. 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
£ome  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace, 

2  Much  ol  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And,  I  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  1  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  bead  ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

\   Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
.^sh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN  31.       L.  M. 

1  Mv  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  £ifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies,  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours 


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Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  : 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  32.       L.  M. 

1  Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood. 
Remember  your  Creator  God  : 
Behold  the  months  come  hast'ning  on 
When  you  shall  say,  "  My  joys  are  gone/* 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his^  head  ! 

3  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love.  • 

HYMN  33.       L.  M. 

1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  1  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 


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tJut  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

HYMN  34.       L.  M. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 

By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the    heighth,  and   breadth    and 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace.         [length 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honours  done, 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son, 

HYMN  35.       L.  M. 

i   How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 

To  rend  my  soul  from  thee  my  God ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 
I    The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  ; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word. 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  prais< 
3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  aii< I  long, 
My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  Mies  ; 
J  lope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
Whilst  tempests  blow,  and  billows 

\  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  op  : 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
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Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

HYMN  36.       C.  M. 

1  Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  ev'ning  song- 

Like  holy  incense  rise  : 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  : 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  of  heart  of  mincr 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
*     I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

HYMN  37.       C.  M. 

3   When  languor  and  disease  invade. 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 


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Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain?, 

And  long  to  fly  away. 
2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 
S  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 

For  all  things  to  depend. 

4  jSweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams. 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  blis 
Immediately  from  thee  ! 

HYMN  38.       S.  M. 

1  Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  a  u 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  his  grao   Asphj 
Who  drew  the  woiufrous  plan. 

I  firace  led  my  rovins;  feet 

To  tread  the  heav'uly  road  ; 
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And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meetr 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Thro'  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN  39.     L.  M. 

1  I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share  ; 
Thy  words,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows  ; 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown, 

No  longer  sink  below  the  brim  ; 
But  overflow  and  pour  me  down 
A  living  and  life-giving  stream. 

5  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

»  The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  L 

HYMN  40.       8,  8,  6. 
1  Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 


2? 

Expos'd  to  endlesfl  wo  . 

Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 
Or  else  to  ruin  go. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell. 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Stdl  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled. 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  renew'd  my  pain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

And  whelm'd  my  torturVi  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll. 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load  : 
Alas  !   I  read,  and  saw  it  plain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  NazTeth  pass'd  this  waj 

And  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 
*i  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew. 

tad  loftier  notes  did  raise  ; 


All  hail  the  lamb  who  once  was  slain  : 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again 
Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 

HYMN  41.       L.  M. 

1  As  when  a  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home,  tho'  distant  still. 

2  Thus,  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 

The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize, 

3  'Tis  there  with  Jesus  he's  to  dwell, 
To  spend  an  everlasting  day  ; 
There  shall  he  bid  his  cares  farewell, 
For  he  shall  wipe  his  tears  away. 

HYMN  42.       C.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 
Though  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  saiPd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace , 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


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ire  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign — 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain. 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Tiiy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
in  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYxMN  43.       L.  M. 

i   O  Lord,  my  God,  in  mercy  turn, 
In  mercy  hear  a  sinner  mourn  ! 
To  thee  I  call,  to  thee  I  cry, 

0  leave  me,  leave  me  not  to  die  ! 

2  I  strove  against  thee,  Lord,  I  know, 

1  spurn'd  thy  grace,  I  mock'd  thy  law  : 
The  hour  is  past — the  day's  gone  by, 
And  I  am  left  alone  to  die ! 

)  O  pleasures  past,  what  are  ye  now 
Hut  thorns  about  my  bleeding  brow  ? 
Spectres  that  hover  round  my  brain, 
And  aggravate  and  mock  my  pain. 

\  For  pleasure  1  have  given  my  soul, 
Now  justice,  let  thy  thunders  roll  ! 
Now  vengeance  -mile — and  with  ;i  blow 


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5  Yet  Jesus,  Jesus  !  there  Til  cling, 
I'll  crowd  beneath  his  sheltering  wing  ; 
I'll  clasp  the  cross,  and  holding  there, 
Even  me,  oh  bliss  ! — his  wrath  may  spare  I 
HYMN  44.       8,  7,  4. 

1  Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending. 

Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain ! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending. 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  again  I 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  naiPd  him  to  the  tree. 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see, 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion, 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears, 
Cause  of  endless  exultation, 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers  ; 
With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scar?  r 

4  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own. 
J  ah,  Jehovah  ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down  ! 

HYMN  45.       C.  M. 

i  Amazing  Grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound; 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 


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I  once  ww  lost,  but  now  am  found  ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
J  'Twafl  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear. 
And  grace  my  tears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd ! 

';  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
1  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

HYMN  46.       C.  M. 

1  Come,  O  my  soul,  look  up  and  see 

How  swift  the  moments  run  ! 
Swift  as  the  wheels  of  time  rolls  round 
My  closing  days  bring  on. 

2  Some  busy  hand,  perhaps  this  hour. 

Is  weaving  fast  my  shroud  ; 

Soon  hoary  winter  will  draw  on, 

And  freeze  life's  vital  flood. 

3  Few  clocks,  for  aught  I  know,  may  strike 

Before  my  fun'ral  knell, 
Which,  by  its  doleful  sounding  tongue, 
Shall  my  departure  tell. 

4  "  When  the  grim  king  of  terror's  calls, 

May  1  triumphant  stand  ; 
And  find  my  Saviour  then  my  (Wend, 
To  guide  me  with  hi*-  hand. 
>  Then  >hall  my  spirit  Boar  away 
To  hea\en,  and  BCC  hifl  face  ; 


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And  sing,  with  all  the  ransom VI  throng. 
The  wonders  of  his  grace." 

HYMN  47.       L.  M. 

1  Afflicted  soul,  to  Christ  draw  near  ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear  ; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond,  and  say, 
"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day  V 
He  has  engag'd,  by  firm  decree, 
That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong, 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee  ; 
For  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Or  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss — 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

HYMN  48.       L.  M. 

1  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty  thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesu's  blood 


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Give  every  fetter'd  soul  rek ■•>■< 
\nd  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  49.       C.  M. 

1  Our  souls,  by  love,  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  burned,  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire  ; 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  led,  and  blest. 
And  rill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 
Chorus,     l.  m. 
"  A  Saviour  I"  let  creation  sing  ! 
•    V  Saviour  1"  let  all  heaven  ring  ! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
Mis  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours, 

st  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  those  vvho're  gone  befon  . 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
.3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show*  r. 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 
4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 
Lord,  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

"A  Saviour!"  &c. 
)  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up  ; 
And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 


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When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  ; 
6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face  ! 

"  A  Saviour!"  &c. 

HYMN  50.       C.  M. 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. 

It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  adnuVd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these- 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceaPd  : 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

HYMN  51.       7s. 

1  'Tis  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live  : 
?Tis  religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity  ; 

If  the  Saviour  is  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end, 


HYMN  52.       C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  : 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  minr 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain. 

Insensible  as  steel  ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew,1' 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  I  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  fill'd, 

When  in  thy  house  of  pray 'r  ; 
But  still  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache — 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break. 
And  heal  it  if  it  be. 

HYMN  53.       P.  M. 
1   Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonder- 
Hark*  the  trumpet*!  awful  Bound] 


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Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders. 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  i 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinners  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  1" 
Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  Life,  from  earth  and  sea  : 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 
Careless  sinner, 
What  wiiflfcen  become  of  thee  ? 


But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Lov'd  andserv'dthe  Lord  below, 

He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  1  bestow ! 
You,  for  ever, 

Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise  ! 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise  : 
We  shall  triumph, 

When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 


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HYMN  54.       L.  M. 

1  O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne. 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  Grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  souj  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just  j 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soulcondemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
\nd  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

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HYMN  55.      L.  M. 

1  O  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day. 
To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away  ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling,  all  things  shew  some  sign 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
What  but  an  adamant  would  melt  ? 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  God, 
Apply  within  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
*Tis  his  rich  blood,  and  his  alone, 
Can  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  stone 

HYMN  56.       L.  M. 

1  Pilgrims,  we  are  to  Canaan  bound r 

Our  journey  lies  along  this  road  : 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain  ; 
A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 
HYMN  57.       C.  M. 
1  How  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 
Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys, 
And  strangers  to  the  skies  I 


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2  These  transient  scenes  will  soon  decay, 

They  fade  upon  the  sisjht ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brightest  day 
Be  lost  in  endless  night. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

X  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise  [spring 

To   those   bright   scenes,  where  pleasures 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  58.       C.  M. 

1  Submissive  to  thy  will,  my  God, 

I  all  to  thee  resign, 
And  bow  before  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
I  mourn,  but  not  repine. 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  heart  complain. 

Where  wisdom,  truth,  and  love, 
Direct  the  stroke,  inflict  the  pain, 
And  point  to  rest  above? 

3  How  short  are  all  my  suff' rings  here, 

How  needful  every  cross  ! 

Avaunt  thou  unbelieving  fear, 

NOr  call  my  gain,  my  loss. 

4  Then  give,  dear  Lord,  or  take  aw  a\ 

I'll  bless  thy  sacred  name  ; 
My  Jesus,  yesterday,  to-day, 
For  ever  is  the  -<jme. 


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HYMN  59.       CM. 

1  Should  nature's  charms  to  please  the  eye. 

In  sweet  assemblage  join, 
All  nature's  charms  would  droop  and  die, 
Jesus,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  Vain  were  her  fairest  beams  display 'd, 

And  vain  her  blooming  store  ; 
Her  brightness  languishes  to  shade , 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

3  But  ah,  how  far  from  mortal  sight 

The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

4  O  could  my  longing  spirit  ri9e 

On  strong  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King  I 

5  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet,, 

And  there  (divine  employ  l) 
The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat. 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

6  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day, 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place  ; 
Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay. 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 


HYMN  60.       L.  M. 
Why  sinks  my  weak  desponding  mind  ?. 

Why  heaves  my  heart  the'  anxious  sigh  ? 
Can  sov'reign  goodness  be  unkind  ? 

Am  I  not  safe  if  God  is  nigh  ? 


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He  holds  all  nature  in  his  hand  : 

That  gracious  hand  on  which  we  lire, 

Does  life,  and  time,  and  death  command, 
And  has  immortal  joys  to  give. 

'Tis  he  supports  this  dying  frame. 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  recline  ; 

The  wond'rous  glories  of  his  name, 
How  wide  they  spread !  how  bright  they  shine ! 

Infinite  wisdom  !  boundless  power  ! 
Unchanging  faithfulness  and  love  ! 

Here  let  me  trust,  while  I  adore, 
Nor  from  my  refuge  e'er  remove. ' 

HYMN  61.       L.  M. 

1  O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 

When  but  one  sinner  turns  ; 
When  the  poor  wretch  with  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns ! 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news  the  saints  below, 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner  weep  ; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 

And  owns  him  for  his  sheep. 

I   Not  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 
But  kindle  with  new  lire  : 
\  wandering  sheep's  n  torn'd,"  they  sing 
\nd  strike  the  sounding  Ivre. 
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HYMN  62.       L.  M. 

1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 

Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour  crown'd  with  light. 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man. 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

h  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above  ; 
And  stand  and  bow  among  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 


HYMN  63.       L.  M. 

1  When  marshalPd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glitt'ring  host  bestucl  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 


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But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark- 
The  ocean  yawn'd — and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceasYl  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall. 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

rilsing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  star ! — the  star  of  Bethlehem  V 

HYMN  64.       L.  M. 

1  Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God  ; 
This  happiness,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 

To  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 

2  On  Christ,  by  faith,  my  soul  would  live, 
From  him,  my  life,  my  all  receive  ; 

To  him  devote  my  fleeting  hours. 
Serve  him  alone  with  all  my  pow'i- 

3  Christ  is  my  everla.-tins  all. 
To  him  I  look,  on  him  I  call ; 


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He  will  my  every  want  supply, 
In  time,  and  thro'  eternity. 

4  Soon  will  the  Lord,  my  life,  appear  ; 
Soon  shall  I  end  my  trials  here — 
Leave  sin  and  sorrow,  death  and  pain — 
To  live  is  Christ — to  die  is  gain. 

5  Soon  will  the  saints  in  glory  meet — 
Soon  walk  thro'  every  golden  street, 
And  sing  on  every  blissful  plain, 

To  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gain. 

HYMN  65.       L.  M. 

1  Thanks  to  thy  name,  O  Lord  that  we 

One  glorious  Sabbath  more  behold  ; 
Dear  Shepherd,  let  us  meet  with  thee, 
Among  thy  sheep,  in  this  thy  fold. 

2  Now,  Lord,  among  thy  tribes  appear. 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  throng  ; 
Thy  awful  voice  let  sinners  hear, 
And  bid  the  feeble  heart  be  strong. 

3  Put  forth  thy  shepherd's  crook,  and  stay 

Thy  wandering  sheep,  and  bring  them  back  ; 
O  bring  the  wandering  home  to-day, 
And  save  them  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

HYMN  66.       L.  M. 

1  With  conscious  guilt  and  bleeding  heart, 

Near  to  thy  throne  of  grace  I  fly  ; 
0  !  friend  of  friendless  sinners,  deign 
To  hear  my  penitential  cry. 

2  Borne  down  with  sin's  tremendous  load, 

I  cannot  raise  my  soul  to  thee  : 


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E'en  when  I  would  approach  thy  throne, 
Through  unbelief  I'm  kept  away. 

Iffy  first,  my  only  cry  shall  be, 
M  Thy  sanctifying  grace  impart, 

And  form  my  soul  alike  to  thee. 
And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart.' ' 
HYMN  67.       S.  M. 

1  Unto  thine  altar  Lord, 

A  broken  heart  I  bring  ; 
And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ! 

2  To  Christ  the  bleeding  lamb, 

My  faith  directs  its  eyes  ; 
Thou  may'st  reject  that  worthless  thing, 
But  not  his  sacrifice. 

3  When  he  gave  up  the  Ghost, 

The  law  was  satisfy'd  ; 
And  now  to  its  most  rigorous  claims, 
I  answer, kk  Jesus  died." 

HYMN  68.       C.  M. 

1  Come  let  us  join  in  sweet  accord 

In  hymns  around  the  throne  ; 
This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Hath  made  and  call'd  his  own. 

2  This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blest, 

The  brightest  of  the  sev'n  ; 
Type  of  that  everlasting  rest, 

The  saints  enjoy  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  69.      C.  M. 

1   Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word, 
What  endless  glory  ihunes! 


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For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  j 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see3 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

4  Divine  instructer,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near, 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word. 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  70.       C.  M. 

1  Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes- 

The  Saviour  promised  long ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst. 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

4  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  peace. 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 


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And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  7h     C.  M. 

1  'Tis  done  !   the  precious  ransom's  paid  : 

Receive  my  soul,  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  j 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

2  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 

HYMN  72.       L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live, 

Died  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place  ; 
0  what  returns  can  mortals  give, 
For  such  immeasurable  grace  I 

2  Were  universal  nature  ours, 

And  art  with  all  her  boasted  store  ; 
Nature  and  art  with  all  their  powers, 
Would  still  confess  the  offerer  poor ! 
^  Yet  tho'  for  bounty  so  divine  ! 

We  ne'er  can  equal  honours  raise, 
Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine 

And  ail  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise  ! 

HYMN  73.      C.  M. 

1    Ail  hail  the  power  of Jesus'  name  ' 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  : 
Brinn  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
\nd  rrown  him  Lord  of  nil 


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2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  GocL 

Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
There  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  74.       L.  H. 

1  Jes its,  my  love,  my  chief  delight, 

For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray  : 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 

2  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God, 

To  sinners  weary  and  distrest  ; 
The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestow'd  ; 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

3  Could  I  but  say,  ;'  This  gift  is  mine,* 

I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet ; 
No  more  at  poverty  repine, 

Nor  envy  sinners  rich  and  great. 


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The  prcrious  jewel  I  would  k- 
.And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart  ; 
A l  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
it  never  should  from  thence  depart  ! 

HYMN   75.       Sevens. 
J  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly  ; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
V\  bile  the  tempest  still  is  nigh  ! 

2  Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  g^uide  : 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  the* 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone — 
Still  support  and  comfort  me  1 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay\i ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

*  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  ; 
Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 

9  Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
\  ile  and  full  of  sin  I  am — 

Tboq  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


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7  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  fouad — » 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 
Let  me  feel  them  flow  within. 

8  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart — 
Rise  to  all  eternity ! 

HYMN  76.       P.  M. 

1  Hail,  everlasting  spring ! 
Celestial  fountain,  hail ! 
Thy  streams  salvation  bring. 
The  waters  never  fail : 

Still  they  endure, 
And  still  they  flow, 
For  all  our  wo 
A  sovereign  cure. 

2  Blest  be  his  wounded  side, 
And  blest  his  bleeding  hearts 
Who  all  in  anguish  died, 
Such  favours  to  impart : 

His  sacred  blood 
Shall  make  us  clean. 
From  every  sin, 
And  fit  for  God. 

3  To  'that  dear  source  of  love 
Our  souls  this  day  would  come  ; 
And  thither  from  above, 
Lord,  call  the  nations  home  : 

The  Jew  and  Greek, 
With  rapturous  songs 


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On  all  their  tongues, 
Thy  praise  may  speaU . 

HYMN  77.      S.  M 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  irom  our  minds 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

1  Convince  as  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  : 
•  And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 

The  secret  love  of  God. 
3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flanM 

Of  never-dying  love. 

HYMN  78.       P.  M. 

1  Alas  1  t h i-  adamantine  heart, 

This  icy  rock  within  ! 
Alas  !  these  active  powers  congeal'd 
By  the  deceits  of  sin. 

2  Can'st  thou  my  soul,  to  heaven  allied, 

A  native  of  the  sky, 
Thus  in  ignoble  fetters  bound, 
A  willing  captii  e  I 

j  What!  cannot  all  the  melting  charm* 

Of  a  Redeemer's  love, 
Nor  thunderbolts  of  wrath  divine 

This  flinty  bosom  move? 
4  0  let  this  rock  asunder  break 

Before  thy  awful  face  ; 


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Or  rather  melt  away  beneath 
Thy  milder  beams  of  grace. 

HYMN  79.       C.  M. 

1  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began. 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Thro'  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

2  Swift  thro'  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolPd  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new. 
5Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

3  Down  thro'  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

4  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  harmonious,  heavenly  throng. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
M  Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete.. 
"  Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

HYMN  80.      S.  M. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue.* 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r  \ 


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Nng  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

>  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

HYMN   81.       C.  M. 
1   The  Saviour  !  O  what  endless  charm* 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 

Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms  ; 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

3  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine,. 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

I  The  Almighty  former  of  the  skies 
Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  view'd  with  wond'riog  i 
And  haU'd  the  incarnate  God. 
\  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  roll* 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

HYMN    82.        Pi   M. 
J  Co.mk.  ye  Burners,  poor  ind  wretchi  i 

Wem  and  wounded,  sick  and  ■ 

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Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity  join'd  with  power  : 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more  ! 

2  Come,  ye  thirsty,  come,  and  welcome  ! 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 
Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 
This  he  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden. 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all  : 
Not  the  righteous, — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  i 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies. 
"  Itisfinish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

HYMN  81.       CM. 
1   Salvation  !  O  melodious  sound 
To  wretched  dying  men ! 


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Salvation,  that  from  God  proceed. 
And  leads  to  God  again. 

2  But  may  a  poor  bewilder'd  soul. 

Sinful  and  weak  as  mine. 
Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  eye 
To  blessings  so  divine  ? 

3  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine 

These  dying  hopes  can  raise  : 
Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul. 
And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 

HYMN  82.       C.  M. 

1  When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  lii« 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand  ; 

Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood. 

Great  God,  at  thy  command  ! 

2  When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed 

And  close  my  sightless  eye-  ; 
When  shatter'd  by  the  weight  of  years 
This  broken  body  lies — 

3  When  ev'ry  long-lov'd  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart ; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart — 

4  O,  thou  great  source  of  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surround* 
The  entrance  to  the  grave  ! 
i  Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 
Beneath  mv  sinking  he 
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And  with  a  ray  of  love  divine , 

Illume  my  dying  bed  ! 
6  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast 

May  I  resign  my  breath ! 
And,  in  thy  fond  embraces,  lose 

"  The  bitterness  of  death  V! 

HYMN  83.       L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  for  a  heart  that  soars  above, 

And  scorns  the  trifles  here  below  : 
A  heart  well  warm'd  with  holy  love, 

But  dead  to  sense  and  outward  show, 
3  Let  all  my  bliss  and  treasure  lie, 

Where  in  thy  light  I  light  shall  see  : 
The  soul  may  freely  dare  to  die, 

That  longs  to  be  possessed  of  thee. 

HYMN  84.       L.  M. 

i  Behold  !  the  last  great  day  is  come  ; 
Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet's  sound. 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb* 
And  wakes  the  pris'ners  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 

Aw'd  by  the  Judge's  high  command ; 

Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dustr 

And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand  ! 

3  Behold  the  awful  books  displayed, 

Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men  j. 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 
As  wrote  by  heav'ns  unerring  pen. 

4  To  every  soul  the  books  assign 

The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward  s 


dinners,  in  vain,  lament  and  pine, 

No  pleas  the  Judge  will  here  regard. 

0  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 

May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve  : 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enrollVl, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  85.      S.    M. 
1  And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

^  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 
Astonished  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  gentle  voice. 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  j 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

HYMX  86.       C.  M. 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy  seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 
,£t  0  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence  : 
the  vengeful  storm  : 


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Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

HYMN  87.       C.  M. 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 
Apply 'd,  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt,. 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean M  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  calPd  each  promise  mine. 

5  Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 


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And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

HYMN  88.       C.  M. 

1  Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ! 

3  No  ;  still  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer  ; 
O  may  I  ever  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there. 

HYMN  89.       L.  M. 

1  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes, 
Behold  !  the  Prince  of  glory  dies ! 
He  dies  extended  on  the  tree, 

And  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  me. 

2  Millions,  who  now  his  throne  surround, 
Here  sought  relief,  here  mercy  found  ; 
His  cross  dispell'd  their  gloomy  fears, 
Heal'd  all  their  wounds,  dried  all  their  tears 

3  And  shall  my  trembling  soul  complain, 
11  I  sought  relief,  but  sought  in  vain  ? 
That  Jesus,  who  for  sinners  died, 
Heard  all  my  groans,  and  still  denied  V 

4  Dear  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure,  or  die  ; 


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Bui;  love  forbids  that  painful  fear, 
And  grace  that  reigns  triumphant  here. 

HYMN  90.       S.  M. 
I  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  ev'ry  eye. 

9  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 
3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep, 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

HYMN  91.       S.  M. 

1  To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine, 

Lodg'd  in  thy  sovereign  hand  ; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away  ; 
O  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day.     » 

HYMN  92.       P.  M. 
1   Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 


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2  No  longer  now  delay,. 
No  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 

All  things  are  ready,  sinners  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compeird  by  bleeding  love  ; 
Ye  wandering  sheep  draw  near  ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear ! 

Let  whosoever  will  now  come  : 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN  93.       L.  M. 

1  Far  from  my  thought?,  vain  world,  begone  ; 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see — 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

\  Hail !  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  • 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  ( I 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  ! 
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HYMN  94.       S.  M. 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  Love 

Its  chief  beloved  chose, 
And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  hears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardon  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love. 

And  take  the  oifer'd  peace. 

£  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought. 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  95.       L.  M. 
i  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  : 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind. 


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False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind* 
*  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  : 

And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ^ 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

1  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  ; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

HYMN  96.       C.  M. 

1  My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so! 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul  ; 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull  ! 

2  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill. 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

3  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move  ; 

Upwards  our  souls  shall  ri-e  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN  97.       C  M. 

1  Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us*d  to  rise, 
Converse  a  while  with  death  ; 


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Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  Hp  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  Faint  and  few  : 
Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  oh,  the  soul,  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell > 

It  mounts — triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair ! 

5  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  commandv 
To  drop  into  the  dust. 

HYMN  98.       C.  M. 

1  'Tis  but,  at  best,  a  narrow  bound, 

That  heaven  allows  to  men  ; 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

2  Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haste  : 
Moments  of  sin  and  months  of  wo, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 
8  Let  heavenly  love  prepare  my  soul, 
And  call  her  to  the  skies, 


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Vv*here  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN  99.       L.  M. 

1  Thy  favours,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls; 

Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canst  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  starry  throne, 

And- please  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  songs  : 
But  heavenly  majesty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues  ! 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 

For  love  so  infinite  as  thine  ! 
Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
But  thy  compassion's  all  divine. 

HYMN  100.      P.  M. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  heme. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Through  all  the  lands  proclaim; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Keturn,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  homo, 

J  e  slaves  of  sin  and  hell. 

N  9W  liberty  receive  ; 


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And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  high  priest. 
Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  1 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  101.       C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filPd  with  blood. 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  shmers  plung'd  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

3  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save ; 
When  this  poor  lisping  stamm'ring  tongue. 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


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HYMN  102.       L.  K. 
i   Stretch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  d 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ; 
See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound. 
And  flows  from  ev'ry  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart.. 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ! 
Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move. 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  iove. 

HYMN   103.       C.  M. 

1  Thou  pity'dst  him  who  once  apply'd 

With  trembling  for  relief; 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cryd 
"  Oh,  help  my  unbelief." 

2  She  too  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press. 

And  healing  virtue  stole, 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace. 
"  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

3  Like  her  with  hopes  and  fears  we  com* 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may  ; 
Oh:  send  ae  not  despairing  home, 
v  end  none  unheal'd  away 


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HYMN  104.      L.  M. 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight ; 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all,  who'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd. 

3  But  Oh !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  high-priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 
HYMN  105.       L.  M. 

1  So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower, 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour  ; 

So  all  our  earthly  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  soars  higher  than  the  sky, 
Those  blissful  regions  to  explore, 
Where  pleasure  blooms  to  die  no  more. 

HYMN  106.       C.  M. 

1  Lord  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  'Tis  mercy,  mercy  we  implore, 

We  would  thy  bowels  move  ; 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love, 


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3  Oh,  for  thine  own,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

Our  many  sins  forgive  ; 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break. 
And  breaking  soon  relieve. 

4  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend. 

And  thy  dominion  own  ; 

Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 

To  repossess  thy  throne. 

HYMN  107.       S.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  christian  love  • 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds. 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flow> 

The  sympathising  tear. 
i  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives. 
And  longs  to  see  the  dfl 


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8  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pai», 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reigk 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  108.      S.  M. 

1  Let  party  names  no  more 

The  christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  freev 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earthy 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

3  Let  discord,  child  of  hell ! 

Be  banish' d  far  away  ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell* 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow 
And  evVy  heart  is  love. 

HYMN  109.       C.  M. 
Blest  Saviour,  by  thy  pow'rful  word.. 

Once  night  was  turn'd  to  day .; 
And  thy  salvation  joy  restor'd. 

Which  I  had  sinn'd  away. 
'Twas  then  I  wonder'd  and  ador'd 

To  see  thy  grace  divine  ; 
I  felt  thy  love,  I  prais'd  the  Lord. 

Who  made  6uch  blessings  mine. 


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3  Wilt  thou  not  still  vouchsafe  to  own, 
A  wretch  so  vile  as  I  ? 
May  I  not  still  approach  thy  throne, 
And,  Abba  Father,  cry  ? 
i  Lord,  speak  a  gracious  word  again, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  heart ; 
No  voice  but  thine  can  soothe  my  pain. 
Or  bid  my  fears  depart. 

HYMN   110.       C.  M. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv'rance  1  will  boast 

Till  all  who  are  distrest, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  trust  confide. 
1  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Come  make  his  service  your  delight  : 

He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

HYMN  111.       L.  M. 
1  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  tmv'r  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  noun  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  with  all  my  powV 
Of  mind,  and  strength,  and  thee   < 
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2  Thee  will  1  love,  and  bless  thy  throne  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  thy  frown, 
Thy  smiles,  thy  sceptre,  or  thy  rod. 

HYMN  112.      CM. 

1  Oh,  could  I  find  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God  ; 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord,  1  desire  with  thee  to  live, 

Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give. 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine  ; 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

HYMN  113.       Eights  and  Sevens, 
i   "  Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David  !" 
Thus  the  blind  Bartim'us  prayed  ; 
Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid. 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still  ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will.'* 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 


A  "  Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Oh  !  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around  ; 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

0  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him. 

And  would  be  advis'd  by  me  ! 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 
7  Now  I  freely  leave  my  garment, 

Follow  Jesus  in  the  way, 
fie  will  guide  me  by  his  counsel, 

Bring  me  to  eternal  day.'* 

HYMN    114.       C.  H. 

1  Ah  !  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismav 

That  fills  the  sinner's  mind, 
When  torn  by  death's  strong  hand  awa\ 
He  leaves  his  all  behind. 
I  Worldlings  who  cleave  to  earthly  things 
But  are  not  rich  to  God, 
Will  feel  that  death  is  full  of  stings. 
And  hell  a  dark  abode. 
3  Dear  Saviour,  make  us  timely  wise. 
Thy  gospel  to  attend  ; 
That  we  may  live  above  the  skies 
^'hen  time  and  life  shall  end. 
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HYMN  115.      lis, 

1  How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  the  Lord* 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

"  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be. 

3  cc  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  Ohybe  not  dismay'd. 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  Omnipotent  hand. 

4  "  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee,  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  Ev'n  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 
And  then  when  grey  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose* 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 


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That  soul,  tho'all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
ril  never — no  never — no  never  forsake/' 

HYMN   116.       C.   M. 
\   Father,  whatever  of  earthly  bliss. 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev>y  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

HYMN  117.       L.  M. 

1  I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow, 

In  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  pray'r  ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 
J  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favour'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request, 
And  by  his  love's  restraining  pow'r, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest 
»   Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
Thf-  hidden  evil*  of  my  heart 


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And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

5  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand,  he  seenVd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo  ; 
Cross'd  all  the  vast  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  grounds  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this,"  I  trembling  cry'd, 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  V9 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  answer  pray'r  for  grace  and  faith. 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride,  to  set  thee  free  ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

HYMN  118.       L.  M. 

1  O  wretched  souls  who  strive  in  vain, 

Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin  ! 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  May  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  pow'rs,  to  serve  the  Lord  ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  Oh,  be  his  service  all  my  joy, 

Around  let  my  example  shine  ; 

Till  others  love  the  bless'd  employr 

And  join  in  labours  so  divine. 

4  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determin'd  choice, 


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To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

5  Oh,  may  1  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wand'ring  leave  his  sacred  ways  : 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  love  thy  praise. 

HYMN  119.       8,  7. 
1   One  there  is  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 
They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love  ! 
I  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ; 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  save  us 
ReconcilM  in  him  to  God  : 

It  was  boundless  love  to  bleed ; 
Jesus  is  a  friend  indeed. 

J  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same  : 

Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Oh  !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  j 
We  alas  !  forgot  too  often, 

What  a  friend  we  have  above  : 

When  to  heav'n  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 
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HYMN  120.       L.  M. 
1  Ho  i  ev'ry  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigh, 
('Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race,) 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ! 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 
x3  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come, 
Sinner  obey  your  Maker's  voice  ; 
Return  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 

3  See,  from  the  rock,  a  fountain  rise  ! 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls  ; 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab'ring,  burden'd,  thirsting  souls. 

4  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give  ; 

Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  q£  God  receive  ; 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

HYMN  121.       S.  M. 

1  Destruction's  dangerous  road 

What  multitudes  pursue  ! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God. 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  find  the  way 

Thro'  Christ  the  living  gate  ; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way. 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

o  If  self  must  be  deny'd, 

And  sin  no  more  caress'd, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide. 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 


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v  But  hear  the  Saviour's  word, 

11  Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late." 

HYMN  122.       L.  M. 

1  Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live  ? 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known  ; 
That  wond'rous  work  is  all  thy  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain  ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice  ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

HYMN  123.       C.  M. 

1  Hark  !  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  sound  ! 

Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry — 
"  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  youi  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
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3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom! 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  124.       L.  M. 

1  Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 
Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known,  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face* 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace, 
vr  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord^ 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  thro5  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 

HYMN  125.      L.  M. 

1  Dead  be  my  heart  to  all  below, 

To  mortal  joys  and  mortal  cares  ; 
To  sensual  bliss  that  charms  us  so, 
Be  dark  mine  eyes  and  deaf  mine  ears. 

2  Come,  heav'n,  and  fill  my  vast  desires, 

My  soul  pursues  the  sov'reign  good  : 
She  was  all  made  of  heav'nly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  live  on  meaner  food. 


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HYMN  126.       L.  M. 

1  While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline. 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine> 

2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  pow'r  : 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  li  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 

I've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  prayer  , 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey,  my  hopes  revive, 

Come  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing  ; 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

HYMN   127.       CM. 

1  O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

For  here  we  trust  thou  art ! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  tire, 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Shew  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell  ; 
]\oro  crive  tne  troubled  conscience  MM  ■ 
The  vroonded  spirit  Ileal. 


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4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  pray'rs  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 

Induce  dead  sinners  all  around, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

HYMN  128.       L.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heavVs  eternal  JQys  ? 

3  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heav'n  enjoy'd  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heav'n  below. 

HYMN  129.       C.  M. 
1  To-day  attend,  is  wisdom's  voice, 
To-morrow,  folly  cries  : 
And  still  to-morrow  'tis,  when,  Oh  ! 
To-day  the  sinner  dies. 


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2  When  conscience  speaks,  its  voice  regard, 
And  seize  the  tender  hour  ; 
Humbly  implore  the  promis'd  grace, 
And  God  will  give  the  pow'r. 

HYMN   130.     L.  M. 

1  Remember  us,  we  pray  thee,  Lord, 

With  those  who  love  thy  gracious  name  '; 
And  to  our  souls  that  good  afford, 
Thy  promise  has  prepar'd  for  them. 

2  To  us  thy  great  salvation  show, 

Give  us  a  taste  of  love  divine  ; 

That  we  thy  people's  joy  may  know, 

And  in  their  holy  triumph  join. 

HYMN   131.       CM. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ; 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store. 
For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 
)  Room  in  the  Saviour's  Weeding  heart ; 
There  love  and  pity  meet  ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

I   In  him  the  Father  reconcil'd, 
Invites  your  souls  to  come  ; 
The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 
And  kindly  welconVd  home 


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5  Oh,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice. 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more. 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  ; 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  132.       L.  M. 

i  Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
Prepar'd,  should  I  be  calPd  to  die  V 

£  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death ; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then,  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go  ; 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4  Lord  Jesus  !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee  ; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  let  me  live. 


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5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear  ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

HYMN  133.       S.  M. 

1  Astonish'd  and  distress'd, 

I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppresr. 
The  seat  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile^ 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 

Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind. 

And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude. 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 

HYMN   134.       C.  M. 

1  Oh,  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  wo. 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow. 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
\\\(\  groan'd  away  ;\  dying  life 
Tor  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 


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3  Oh  \  how  1  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucifi'd  my  God  ; 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  andnail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die  ; 

My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

£  Whilst,  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 
My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN  135.       C.  M. 

1  Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long, 

'Tis  time  I  lift  my  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits  ; 

The  God  how  bright  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights, 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  ; 
And  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs  : 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing ; 
Jesus  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  ev'ry  string. 


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6  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  ft 
And  be  an  angel  too  : 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue* 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; 
Oh,  for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 

7  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit : 

There  I  would  have  a  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet* 
So  I  might  see  his  face. 

HYMN  136.       L.  M. 

1  Return,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more  ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  And  thouymy  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  the  recesses  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide.. 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
'Till  all  be  search'd  and  purify'd. 

4  Then  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer  ; 
'Till  evVy  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  hath  fix'd  his  dwelling  there 


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HYMN  137,       S.  M. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear. 
Oh,  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 

Upon  my  bed  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence. 
And  leave  my  soul  undrest. 

3  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep. 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize. 
And  after  glory  run  : 

5  That  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 
Lord,  I  may  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  138.       L.  M. 

1  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ! 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise, 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals  : 
But  tho'  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 


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in  uca\  n  and  earth  and  air  and  .-en*, 
lie  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 
And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confesl 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

\   Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat  : 
Viul  "midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

HTMN    139.      L.  M. 
i   Wherewith.  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near. 
Or  bow  myself  before  thy  face  ? 
How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear  ? 

What  shall  1  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 

2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  most  high  7 

Will  multiply'd  oblations  please  ? 
Thousands  of  rams  his  favour  buy. 
Or  slaughter'd  hecatombs  appease  ? 

3  Can  these  assuage  the  wrath  of  God  ' 

Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stain 
Rivera  of  oil,  or  seas  of  blood, 
Alas  !  they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 

i  Guilty  1  stand  before  thy  face  ; 

Mj  Bool's  desert  is  hell  and  wrath  ; 
Twere  just  the  sentence  should  take  place  : 
But  Oh,  I  plead  my  Saviour's  death  ! 

')   I  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Sqd, 

Who  dy d  for  sinner^  on  the  tree 
I  pic wl  his  righteousness  nlone, 
Oh,  put  the  spotless  robe  on  me. 

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HYMN  140.       C.  M. 
i  Grant,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  ever}'  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dry'd, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same  ; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

Who  has  a  fountain  near, 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run, 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ? 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  all  is  found  in  thee  ; 
I  must  be  blessed  and  abound. 
While  thou  art  God  to  me. 

>3  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 
I  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be. 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

HYMN   141.       CM. 

1  Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 

To  those  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away, 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes  : 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies. 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 


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3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  : 
You  must  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there  ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  : 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too. 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come,  the  joyful  day  : 
Come,  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

HYMN  142.       C.  M. 

1  Good  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 

2  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  wo, 

Attends  on  every  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go, 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

3  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence. 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  143.       C.  M. 
1   When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
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2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage  - 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come. 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall  ; 
May  1  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN   144.       C.  M. 

1  Hence  from  my  souIy  sad  thoughts  begone 

And  leave  me  to  my  joys  ; 
My  tongue  shall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise. 

2  Darkness  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind. 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  sovereign  grace,  with  shining  rays, 
Dispell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  Oh  !  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 

And  raptures  all  divine — 
When  Jesus  told  me — I  was  his, 
And  my  beloved  mine, 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  soul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpse,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  facer 
Revives  my  joys  again. 


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HYMN  145.       S.  M. 
1   Is  this  the  kind  return, 

And  these  the  thanks  we  owe. 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

I  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ;        [stone, 
Break,  sovereign   grace,  these  hearts  of 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  e}'es  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

HYMN  146.       C.  If. 

1  Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair. 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  Baw — and  (O  amazing  love!) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

Witli  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flesh, 
Ind  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


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4  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

HYMN  147.       C.  M. 

1  Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  : 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

HYMN  148.       C.  M. 

1  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 

Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord, 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ; 
Oh  !  help  mine  unbelief. 


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4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  149.       C.  M. 

1  My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 

How  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  racing  tyrant,  sits 

Upon  his  flinty  throne  ; 
And  every  grace  lies  bury'd  deep, 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

3  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimson  sea  ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN   150.       C.  M. 

1  And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 

And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
'Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames  ; 
And  threat'ninu  vengeance  rolls  ;tbo\e 
To  crush  our  feeble  frau 
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S  Almighty  goodness  cries,  forbear  i 
And  straight  the  thunder  stays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath., 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulged  our  sin  ; 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

HYMN  151.       C.  M. 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge. 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  sound,  depart ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  forever  fly  ! 

5  Oh  !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair} 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
\nd  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
f  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 


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0  Oh !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  some  promise,  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

HYMN  152.       C.  M. 

1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 

And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 
t  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives 

Who  rose,  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 

From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  1  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve. 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  I  should  give  him  all. 

HYMN  153.       C.  M. 

1  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fe;ir- 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  m\  Saviour's  fa  e 
Mmost  in  every  pai:*'. 
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3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows  ; 
No  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  who  ends  the  strife. 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right,  hand  ! 

HYMN  154.       Eights  and  Sevens. 

1  Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 

Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humhle  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  Oh,  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast : 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest ; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 


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End  the  work  of  thy  beginning] 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 
3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be  ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee  ; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

"L  ill  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place  ; 
'Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

HYMN   155.       L.  If. 

1  As  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
Jesus  shall  shed  his  blessings  down, 
Crown'd  with  whose  life  infusing  drops. 
Earth  shall  renew  her  blissful  crops. 

2  Lands  that  beneath  a  burning  sky 
Have  long  been  desolate  and  dry, 
Th'  effusions  of  his  love  shall  share, 
And  sudden  greens  and  herbage  wear. 

3  The  dews  and  rains  in  all  their  store, 
Drenching  the  pastures  o'er  and  o'er, 

\\(>  not  so  copious  as  that  grace 

Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 
I   Al  when  in  silence,  vernal  showers 

Descend  and  cheer  the  Glinting  flowers 

x"  in  the  secrecy  of  lo\c 

Falls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 
>  Thai  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 

In  holy  lilence  of  the  mind, 

While  even  gi  ;'  e  maintains  its  bloom. 

Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume, 


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HYMN  156.       C.  M. 

1  Whv  should  a  living  man  complain 

Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  every  sigh,  and  every  pain 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

2  No,  Lord,  I'll  patiently  submit, 

Nor  ever  dare  rebel  ; 
Yet  sure  I  may,  here  at  thy  feet, 
My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  seest  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise. 

And  beat  upon  my  soul  : 
One  trouble  to  another  cries. 
Billows  on  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  and  hope  to  fear, 

M}'  shipwreck'd  soul  is  tost ; 
'Till  I  am  tempted  in  despair 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I'll  look 

Once  more  to  thee,  my  God : 
O  fix  my  feet  upon  a  rock, 
Beyond  the  gaping  flood. 

6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 

Will  set  my  heart  at  ease  ; 
One  all-commanding  word  of  grace. 
Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

HYMN  157.       C.  M. 
1   Unite,  my  roving  thoughts,  unite 
In  silence  soft  and  sweet ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  sit  gently  down 
At  thy  great  Sovereign's  feet= 


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2  Jehovah's  awful  voice  is  heard, 
Yet  gladly  1  attend  ; 
For  lo  !  the  everlasting  God 
Proclaims  himself  my  friend. 
J  Harmonious  accents  to  my  soul 
The  sounds  of  peace  convey  ; 
The  tempest  at  his  word  subsides, 
And  winds  and  seas  obey. 

4  By  all  its  joys,  I  charge  my  heart, 
To  grieve  his  love  no  more  ; 
But,  charm'd  by  melody  divine, 
To  give  its  follies  o'er. 

HYMN  158.       C.  M. 

1  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  M  The  soul,  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
\nd  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

t  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  Bhonld  move. 
If  once  compar'd  with  thee  ? 
IVhat  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  \\h\[  in  Christ  1  see  ? 


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5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 
Vain  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
For  here  true  bliss  1  find. 

HYMN  159.       C.  M. 

1  On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 

And  casta  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  : 
There  God,  the  sun,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

3  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

HYMN  160.       L.  M. 

1  Mv  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  But  who  can  speak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 


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HYMN   161.     C.  M. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
*Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

HYMN  162.     C.  M. 

1  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sov'reign  word. 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings,  within  your  breast. 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell  ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torment  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 
HYMN   163.     L.  M. 

1  Where  is  my  God  ?  does  he  retire 

Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ! 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands  ; 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high  ; 
With  precious  incense  in  bii  ban 


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3  He  sweetens  ev'ry  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer  ; 
Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone, 

Whose  pow'r  and  love  forbid  despair. 

HYMN  164.     L.  M. 

1  What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw  : 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw — 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love — 

Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  tight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Were  half  the  breath  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent — 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me!" 

HYMN  165.       L.  M. 

1  This  wretched  heart  will  still  backslide  ; 

O  what  deceit  is  treasur'd  here  ! 
?Tis  full  of  vanity  and  pride  ; 
What  fruits  of  unbelief  appear ! 

2  My  base  ingratitude  I  mourn, 

My  stubborn  will,  my  earthly  mind  ; 
My  t h oughts  how  vain, — to  rove  howr  prone  : 
To  everv  evil  how  mcliivd  ! 


m 

)  \\  ho  can,  amongst  the  sods  of  im  u 
Find  out  the  vileness  of  my  heart  ? 
None  can  the  depths  of  guilt  explain 
'Tis  all  corrupt  through  every  pail 
4  To  Jesus,  then,  Til  make  my  moan, 
O  cleanse  this  filthy  sink  of  sin  ! 
Jesus,  thou  canst,  and  thou  alone  ; 
O  condescend  to  make  me  clean. 

HYMN  166.       L.  M. 

1  Eternal  life  !  how  sweet  the  sound 

To  sinners,  who  deserve  to  die  ! 
Proclaim  the  bliss  the  world^around. 
And  shout  the  joys,  ye  worlds,  on  high 

2  Eternal  life  !  how  will  it  reign, 

When,  mounting  from  this  breathless  clod 
The  soul  discharge!  from  sin  and  pain, 
Ascends  t'  enjoy  its  Father,  God! 

3  Eternal  life  !  OhowretinM 

The  joy  !  the  triumph  how  divine  ! 
When  saints  in  body,  and  in  mind, 
.Shall  in  the  Saviour's  image  shine ! 

4  Holy  and  heav'nly  be  that  soul, 

Where  dwells  an  hope  so  high  as  this  , 
How  should  we  long  to  reach  the  goal. 
And  seize  the  prize  of  endless  bliss  ! 

HYMN  167.      P.  M. 
1   Lo  1  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixttwo  unbounded  >eas  I  stand. 
Yet  how  insensible  ! 


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A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 
Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  : 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

HYMN  168.    S.  M, 

1  The  Lord,  who  truly  knows 

The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint, 

Invites  us  by  his  holy  word, 

To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear ! 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Tho'  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest ; 
But  be  importunate. 

4  'Twas  thus  a  widow  poor, 

Without  support  or  friend. 

Beset  the  unjust  judge's  door, 

And  gain'd  at  last  her  end. 

5  And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ? 
Yes  ;  tho'  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  not  their  suit  deny. 


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6  Then  let  u^  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  y 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 

HYMN  169.     C.  M. 
1   The  King  of  heav'n  his  table  spreads, 
And  blessings  crown  the  board  ; 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 
Z  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men. 
And  endless  life  are  giv'n  ; 
Thro'  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heav'n. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  stray 'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come  ; 
Come,  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

4  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  K 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

HYMN   170.     P.  M. 
sin-sick  souls  draw  near, 
And  banquet  with  jour  King. 
}  lis  royal  bounty  snare, 
And  loud  hoeannas  ring  : 
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Here  mercy  reigns,  here  peace  abounds, 
Here's  blood  to  heal  your  dreadful  wounds. 

2  He's  on  a  throne  of  grace, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer  : 
What  tho'  thy  sin  and  guilt 
Like  crimson  doth  appear  ; 

The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  thy  woes. 

3  O  wondrous  love  and  grace! 
Did  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
Were  all  my  num'rous  debts 
Discharged  on  Calvary  ? 

Yes,  Jesus  died — the  work  is  done! 
He  did  for  all  my  sins  atone. 

4  On  earth  I'll  sing  his  love, 
In  heav'n  I  too  shall  join 
The  ransom'd  of  the  Lord, 
In  accents  all  divine  ; 

And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face. 
And  ever  dwell  in  his  embrace. 

HYMN  171.       L.  M. 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 

What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  pow'r  and  grace, 

That  spread  salvation  thro'  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 

Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives, 

Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives. 


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Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank  ; 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  : 
4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  gen'rous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod — 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 
HYMN   172.       C.   M. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God. 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  ; 

And  light  to  shine  upon  the  road. 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew. 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

}  What  peaceful  hours  1  then  enjoy 'd  ! 
How  sweet  their  menVry  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins,  that  made  thee  mourn 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 
t3  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God. 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb 
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HYMN  173.       C.  M. 

1  Ye  humble  souls  approach  your  Goi> 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good. 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care. 

In  him  we  live  and  move  : 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 
JTis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  knowr. 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come  ; 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

HYMN    174.       C.  M. 

1  Come  sinners,  you  whose  harden'd  hearts- 

No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 
Come  hear  the  gospel's  mildest  voice. 
That  tells  you,  "  God  is  love." 

2  Thousands,  once  vile  and  base  as  you, 

Surround  the  throne  above  ; 
The  grace  that  chang'd,  has  tun'd  their  hearts 
To  sing,  that  "  God  is  love." 

3  O  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Proclaim,  that  "  God  is  love." 


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HYMN   17  5.      L.  M. 

h  m  >..  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delight. 
For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray  ; 
\mid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 
I  When  shall  1  see  thy  smiling  face — 
That  face  which  I  have  often  seen  ! 
Arise  thou  sun  of  righteousness, 

Vnd  burst  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

HYMN    176.      8,  7,  4. 
I  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  thro'  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 

Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand  : 
Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  'till  I  want  no  more. 

:  Open  Lord  the  chrystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  : 
Let  the  firy,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  thro'  ; 
Strong  deliv'rer  ! 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
I   When  1  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction. 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 
Songs  of  praises 
1  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN   177.       L.  M. 
W  REM  sins  and  fears  prevailing  ri 
Vnd  fainting  hope  almost  expilfS, 


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Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes — 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord  ? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fix'd  on  thy  everlasting  word- 
That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  ? 

3  Here,  O  my  soul,  my  trust  repose  ; 

If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

HYMN  178.       L.  M. 

1  Jesus  is  all  I  wish  or  want ; 
For  him  I  pray,  I  thirst,  1  pant ; 
Let  others  after  earth  aspire, 
Christ  is  the  treasure  I  desire. 

2  Possess'd  of  him,  I  wish  no  more; 
He  is  an  all-sufficient  store ; 

To  praise  him  all  my  pow'rs  conspire ; 
Christ  is  the  treasure  I  desire. 

HYMN  179.       L.  M. 
1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  refuge,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 
%  Whither,  ah !  whither  shall  1  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  7 


113 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine, 

As  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine. 

HYMN  180.       C.  M. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice  : 

2  "  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  "  Eternal  Wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

\  "  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

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5  "  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine.'' 

HYMN  181.       C.  M. 

1  Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 

And  burst  into  a  song  ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God,  on  his  thirsty  Zion  hill, 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown  ; 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  shower  salvation  down. 

3.  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears. 

Suspicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 

HYMN  182.     C.  M. 

1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue: 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Thro'  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Thro'  duty,  and  thro'  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  lmmanuel's  land. 


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1  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
Hinder  me  not — come  welcome  death — 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

HYMN   183.     C.  M 
t  Now  in  thy  praise,  eternal  King, 
Be  all  my  thoughts  employ'd  ; 
While  of  this  precious  truth  I  sing, 
Cast  down,  but  not  destroy'd. 

2  Oft  the  united  pow'rs  of  hell 

My  soul  have  sore  annoy'd ; 
And  yet  I  live  this  truth  to  tell, 
Cast  down,  but  not  destroy'd. 

3  In  all  the  paths  thro'  which  I've  past. 

What  mercies  I've  enjoy 'd, 
And  this  shall  be  my  song  at  last, 
Cast  down,  but  not  destroy'd. 

4  When  I  with  God  in  heav'n  appear. 

There  I  shall  him  adore ; 
Destroy'd  shall  be  my  sin  and  fear. 
And  I  cast  down  no  more. 

HYMN   184.       L.  M. 

1  Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches,  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayV ; 
Perfum'd  by  thee,  O  may  it  rise 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skn<. 

2  Revive  thy  churches  with  thy  grace, 

1  leal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace  , 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 
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3  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And  weeping,  sow  the  seed  of  praise. 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  pray'r. 

HYMN   185.       CM. 

1  Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engag'd  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep  ; 
All  that  his  heavenly  Father  gave 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell,  shall  e'er  remove 

His  favourites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 

HYMN  186.       C.  M. 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  great  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
\scribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


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HYMN   187.       C.  M. 

1  Dkakest  of  all  the  names  above. 

My  Jesus,  and  my  God  ! 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love. 
Ortrille  with  thy  blood? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
"Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

I  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuers  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear. 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 
>  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely. 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
1  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  rix  my  trust. 

IIV MX   183.       L.  M. 
1   Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death. 
And  thousands  walk  together  there 
Dut  wisdom  shews  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

I   •'  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cr<> 

U  the  Redeemer's  great  command  : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dro- 
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3  The  fearful  soul,  that  tires  and  faints. 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure, 

1  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  : 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

HYMN   189.       CM. 

1  How  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son ! 
Our  misery  reach'd  his  heavenly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

3  This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood. 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high ; 

His  love  is  still  as  great ; 

Well  he  remembers  Qalvary  ; 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 

5  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt. 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 


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HYMN  190.  C.  If  ■ 
How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 

The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  Here  every  bowel  of  our  God 
With  soft  compassion  rolls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood. 
Is  food  for  dying  souls. 

\  While  ail  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 
Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

1   ••  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice. 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

5  Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast. 

That  sweetly  forc'd  us  in  : 
Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste. 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 

6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
tad  bring  the  strangers  home. 

W<.  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
M  'V  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  SOm1| 
redeeming  grace. 


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HYMN  191.      C.  M*. 

1  Keep  silence  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  : 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree : 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  ev'ry  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book. 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 
And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives  ; 
Nor  dares  the  favourite  angel  pry 
Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me. 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 


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8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 
O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  lamb  ! 

HYMN  192.       C.  M. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take. 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Abound  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 
1  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  seofiM 
Rut  trust  him  for  his  grace  \ 
Behind  a  frowning  providence. 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
5  His  purposes  will  ripen  faftl 
[Infolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste 
But  sweet  will  bathe  flower 
b*  Blind  unbelief  is  sun*  to  err 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
\ikI  he  will  make  it  plain. 


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HYMN  193.       L.  M. 

1  Forgiveness  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 

To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die  ; 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around  ; 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky  ! 

2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine  ; 

'Tis  full,  out  measuring  every  crime  ; 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 

And  feel  no  change,  by  changing  time. 

3  O'er  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 

And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size. 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  expand, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven 

What  grateful  honours  shall  we  show  9 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiven , 
Let  love  in  equal  ardour  glow. 

HYMN  194.       S.  M. 

1  My  sorrows  like  a  flood. 

Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  O  my  God, 
Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine 

Could  once  defy  the  Lord, 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin. 
In  presence  of  thy  sword. 

3  How  often  have  I  stood 

A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
And  yet,  and  yet,  (O  matchless  grace  !} 
Thy  thunder  silent  lies, 


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1  0  shall  I  never  feel 

The  meltings  of  thy  love  ? 

Am  1  of  such  hell-harden'd  ste(  1 

That  mercy  cannot  move  ? 

5  O'ercome  by  dying  love, 
Here  at  thy  cross  1  lie  ; 
And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all  - 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  die. 

HYMN   195.       L.  M. 

1  He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lires 
(What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now  before  his  father  God, 
Presents  the  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  arm'd  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles  and  all  is  peace. 

o  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts. 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  removes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  satan  join  their  powt 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend- 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
Fur  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail 


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HYMN   196.       C.  M. 

1  My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy. 

Great  God,  are  in  thy  hand; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee. 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away. 

Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 
Before  they  were  possessed  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone. 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

4  What  is  the  world  with  all  its  store  ? 

'Tis  but  a  bitter-sweet ; 
When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
A  piercing  thorn  I  meet. 

5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found. 

The  honey's  mix'd  with  gall ; 
*3Iidst  changing  scenes  and  dying  friends. 
Be  thou  my  all  in  all. 

HYMN  197.     L.  M. 

1  Alas  !  the  deep  deceit  and  sin, 

Which  in  my  filthy  heart  reside  ! 
A  fruitful  source  of  ills  within  ! 
And  oft  they  turn  my  feet  aside. 

2  When  I  remember  I  am  bought 

By  the  Redeemer's  precious  blood, 
I  humbly  hope,  (how  sweet  the  thought,; 
That  I  shall  stray  no  more  from  God. 


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3  But  O,  this  heart!  this  wretched  heart 

(Atnaz'd,  asham'd  I  am  to  tell) 
Consents  to  act  a  traitor's  part ; 
From  day  to  day  it  joins  with  hell. 

4  O  precious  Christ !  my  Saviour  God  ! 

I  would  not  live  thus  false  to  thee  ; 
Behold  the  purchase  of  thy  blood, 
And  from  the  tempter  set  me  free. 

HYMN  198.       CM. 
1    With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament. 
Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

.2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base 
So  false  as  mine  has  been  ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin  ! 
.;  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
Are  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 

4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 

And  all  her  words  approve  : 
But  still  I  find  it  hard  V  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  thy  stubborn  will. 
\'id  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 
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6  Break,  sov'reign  grace,  O  break  the  charniv 
And  set  the  captive  free  : 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

HYMN  199.       8,  7. 

1  Hearts  of  stone  relent,  relent ; 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd  : 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood  : 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done ! 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son  ! 

2  Yes,  your  sins  have  done  the  deed  ; 

Drove  the  nails,  and  fix'd  him  there  . 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice  ; 
For  lost  sinners  Jesus  dies. 

3  Can  his  off'ring  be  in  vain  ? 

No  ;  a  cov'nant-keeping  God, 
Says  that  "  he  shall  see  his  seed" — 

All  the  purchase  of  his  blood : 
Lord  with  sin  and  self  we  part ; 
Saviour  take  each  broken  heart. 

HYMN  200.       7s. 
1  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here. 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear  ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend. 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
Forward  then  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 


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Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home.* 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part : 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

<;  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home.5 

3  But,  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet ; 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within. 
Vet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
;  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home." 

i>77grHYMN  201.      L.  M. 

1  What- strange  perplexities  arise  ? 
What  anxious  fears  and  jealousies  ? 
What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear  f 
Flow  few,  alas,  approv'd  and  clear  ! 

2  And  what  am  I  ? — My  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take  ; 

Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear. 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appeal*  I 

3  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  form'd  and  Ljying  there  ? 
Say,  do  bis  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  artion  ^hino 
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4  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 
My  fears  remove  ;  let  me  appear 
To  God  and  my  own  conscience  clear, 

HYMN  202.       8,  6. 

1  What  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear ; 
Methinks  'tis  Jirbal's  trump  1  hear, 

Long  look'd  for,  now  is  come  ; 
It  shakes  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sea. 
Proclaims  the  year  of  Jubilee  ; 

Return  ye  exiles  home. 

2  Arise,  ye  nations,  and  come  forth. 

From  east  and  west,  from  south  and  north. 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come  ! 
What  horrors  fill  the  trembling  breast, 
CompelPd  to  stand  the  solemn  test, 

And  hear  the  final  doom  ! 

3  Depart,  ye  cursed,  down  to  hell, 
With  howling  fiends  for  ever  dwell. 

No  more  you'll  see  my  face  ; 
My  precious  gospel  you've  withstood, 
You've  set  at  nought  my  precious  blood, 

And  scoff'd  at  sovereign  grace. 

4  See  !  parents  and  their  children  part  :— 
Some  shout  for  joy,  some  bleed  in  heart, 

Never  to  meet  again  ; 
In  fiery  chariots  Zion  flies, 
And  quickly  gains  the  upper  skies , 

On  Canaan's  happy  plain, 


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HYMN  203.       L.  M". 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  da]  . 
Come  bear  my  thoughts  from  earth  away 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 

With  ardour  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine  ; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

>  Then  when  our  sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransom'd  we  shall  spend 
A  sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  204.     P.  M. 

1  Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bid  our  jarring  cease  : 
Come,  O  come  and  reign  for  ever, 

God  of  love  and  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
\  i-it  now  thy  needy  Zion, 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep  ; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying  ; 

Come  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Lord  in  us  there  is  no  merit. 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth  ; 
Guide  us  by  thy  Holy  Spirit 

Into  all  revealed  truth  ; 
On  thy  word  of  grace  ■  I   II  venture. 
Till  in  death's  cold  aroifl  W€  deep, 
*s  our  banner,  Christ*!  o;n  leader  j 
good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep 


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HYMN  205.       8,  7,  4. 

1  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 

Grant  us  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation 

Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord  revive  us  ; 

All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  shall  droop  and  die. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

3  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

4  But  a  drougth  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed  ; 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c, 

5  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  helow  ; 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted — 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

6  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
0,  permit  them  not  to  wither  ; 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &,c. 


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HYMN  206.       L.  M. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  giv'n  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  Gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
11  Come  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he's  found. 

3  "  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4  "  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  : 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies." 

5  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 

In  these  forgetful  realms  appear  : 
Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

HYMN  207.     C.  M. 

1  Smote  by  thy  law  I'm  justly  slain, 

Great  God  behold  my  case  ; 
Pity  a  sinner  fill'd  with  pain, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face. 

2  Dread  terrors  fright  my  guilty  soul. 

Thy  justice  all  in  flames, 

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Gives  sentence  on  this  heart  so  foul. 
So  hard,  so  full  of  crimes. 

3  'Tis  trembling  hardness  that  I  feel, 

I  fear  but  don't  relent , 
Perhaps  of  endless  death  the  seal ; 
Unless  I  now  repent. 

4  My  pray'rs,  my  tears,  my  vows,  are  vile, 

My  duties  black  with  guilt ; 
On  such  a  wretch  can  mercy  smile, 
Tho'  Jesus'  blood  was  spilt  ? 

b  Speechless  I  sink  to  endless  night, 
I  see  an  op'ning  hell  : 
But  lo  !  what  glory  strikes  my  sight  ? 
Such  glory  who  can  tell ! 
t3  En  wrapt  in  these  bright  beams  of  peace, 
I  feel  a  gracious  God  ; 
Swell,  swell  the  note  ;  O  tell  his  grace  ! 
Sound  his  high  praise  abroad  ! 

HYMN  208.       C.  M. 
t  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
Uttered  or  express'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burthen  of  a  sigh 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 


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Prayer  the  sublimest  strain?  that  reach, 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  behold  he  prays." 

HYMN  209.     P.  M. 
J   All  glory  and  praise 
To  the  ancient  of  days, 
Who  was  born  and  was  slain  to  redeem  a  lost  raqe. 

2  Salvation  to  God, 
Who  carry 'd  our  load, 

And  purchased  our  lives  with  the  price  of  his  blood . 

3  And  shall  he  not  have 
The  lives  which  he  gave 

Such  an  infinite  ransom  for  ever  to  save. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  are  thine, 
And  gladly  resign 

Our  souls  to  be  Bird  with  the  fulness  divine. 

5  How,  when  it  shall  be 
Wre  cannot  foresee. 

But  Oh !  let  us  live,  let  us  die  unto  thee. 

IIVMV  210.       P.  ftf. 

1   0  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art, 
When  shall  I  find  my  longing  heart 
All  taken  up  with  the€ 

1  s  *  * 


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I  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  O  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  Mary,  at  the  master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ! 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n,  on  earth  be  this. 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

3  O  that  with  humbled  Peter  I 

Could  weep,  believe,  and  thrice  reply. 

My  faithfulness  to  prove — 
Thou  know'st  (for  all  to  thee  is  known) 
Thou  know'st,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone. 
Thou  know'st  that  thee  I  love. 

4  O  that  I  could  with  favour'd  John 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free. 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 

5  Thy  only  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  in  earth  beneath  desire, 

Nothing  in  heav'n  above  ; 
Let  earth,  and  heav'n,  and  all  things  go. 
Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know. 

Give  me  thy  only  love. 

HYMN  211.       P.  M. 
1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ' 


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J  rembhng,  hoping,  lingYing,  Hying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit  come  away  ;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight  ? 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  .' 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

J  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heav'n  opens  to  my  eyes — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount !  I  fly ! 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 

HYMN  212.       L.  M. 

I  Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless. 

Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 

From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 

They  have  been  and  are  still  sustain'd. 

1  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd  ; 
Who,  Lord  of  heav'n,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saint-  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

.'3  To  thee  may  earh  united  house, 
Iforoing  and  night,  present  it-  vowa 
Our  servants  there,  Rod  rising  race, 

B<  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  j^i 


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4  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honours  of  thy  glorious  name ! 
While  pleas'd  and  thankful  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 

HYMN  213.        L.  M. 

1  Behold  the  Saviour  at  thy  door, 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knock 'd  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Admit  him;  for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  his  door  deny'd  you'll  stand. 

3  Open  my  heart,  Lord,  enter  in, 
Slay  ev'ry  foe,  and  conquer  sin  : 
I  now  to  thee  my  all  resign, 

My  body,  soul,  shall  all  be  thine. 

HYMN  214.     C.  M. 

1  The  saints  should  never  be  dismay'd. 

Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear ; 
For  when  they  least  expect  his  aid, 
The  Saviour  will  appear. 

2  Blest  proofs  of  power  and  grace  divine. 

That  meet  us  in  his  word! 
May  every  deep-felt  care  of  mine 
Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 

3  Wait  for  his  reasonable  aid, 

And  though  it  tarry,  wait  ; 
The  promise  may  be  long  delay 'd, 
But  cannot  come  too  late. 


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HYMN  215.        L.  M. 

1  Hail,  sov'reign  grace,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  an  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hand  uplifted  high ; 
Despie'd  his  rich,  abounding  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  an  hiding-place. 

3  Envvrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  an  hiding-place. 

\  But  thus  th'  eternal  counsel  ran, 
"  Almighty  love  arrest  that  man;" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5   Indignant  justice  stood  in  view; 
To  Sina's  ri'ry  mount  I  flew; 
Rut  justice  cry'd,  with  frowning  face, 
••  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place. 

i3  Erelong  a  heav'nly  voice  I  heard. 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appeared  ; 
She  led  me  on  with  gentle  pace, 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding-place. 

T    On  him  Almighty  vengeance  U  II, 

That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell  : 
I  lr  bore  it  for  the  chosen  ra 

■  I  as  i""  it  •  their  hidipg-pl  m  r 


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8  Should  storms  of  thund'ring  Vengeance  roll; 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole. 
No  flaming  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 

For  Jesus  is  my  hiding-place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast : 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace. 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place. 

HYMN  216.       C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  but  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
And,  dying,  triumph  in  thy  cross, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


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HYMN  217.      7s.  6.  8. 

1  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wandering  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep  ; 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 

On  me  be  all  its  freeness  shown ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone, 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above. 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me  through  thy  dying  love. 

The  humble  contrite  heart; 
Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 

A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 

Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down : 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live : 
Father  fat  the  point  to  die, 
M  v  Saviour  pray'd,    fbirg 


MO 

Surely  with  that  flying  word, 

II*'  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  'Tis  done ! 

0  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 
Tins  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 

HYMN  21ft,     I.  M. 
i  Since,  Lord,  thy  mighty  grace  did  call 
A  bloody,  persecuting  Saul, 
Let  nono  despair  -  here  Cod  displays 

1  lis  sov'reign  pow'r — behold  he  pn 

2   The  soul  thntU  truly  horn  of  Cod, 

Delightf  to  run  the  heav'nly  road; 
He  mourns  for  sin,  and  hates  the  ways 
Which  leads  to  death — behold  he  prays. 

HYMN  219.       8s.  7s. 

1  Ham,  !    my  ever  hh^sed  Jesus, 

Only  thee  I  wish  to  ling  ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  preCIOUS, 

Thou  my  prophet,  priest,  and  l<imr. 

2  01    what  mercy  Hows  from  heaven, 

O,  what  joy  and  happini 

Lore  I  much:  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

;  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir, 
Praise  the  Lamb  enthrob'd  ahove 

Whilst  astonished,  I  admire, 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  lovfe 
i  That,  blesl  moment  l  receir'd  him, 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace 

Love  I  much?  I've  murh  forgiven 
Tm  ;»  miracle  of  grace. 


Mi 

HYJkfa  220.      C.  M, 

i   0  what  amazing  words  ofgracr 
Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting souls 

\ie  freely  welcome  here; 

Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls, 

Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come  then  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  ev'ry  burden  brin^! 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abound?. 
A  deep  celestial  spring! 

I  Whoever  will,  (O  gracious  word  !) 
Shall  of  this  stream  partake; 
Come  thirsty  souls,  and  Hess  the  Lord, 
And  dunk  for  Jesu-'s  sake! 

b  Million-  of  sinners,  rile  as  you, 
Have  here  found  life  and  peace; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  nrtues  too. 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

\\\  MM    K».        L  M. 
1  Raise,  thoughtless  sinner ;  raise  thine  eye. 
Behold  the  judgment  drawing  aigfi 
Behold  the  balance  is  display'd, 

Where  thou  most  be  exactlj  weighed 
'2  See,  in  one  scale  God's  bolj  law; 

Mark  with  what  fon  e  it|  precepU  drati  , 
Canst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain 
Thy  works  how  light!  th)  thoughts  ho* 


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HYMN  222.     L.  M. 
J   Another  six  day's  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  bless'd. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away ; 

How  sweet  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend. 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

HYMN  223.      L.  M. 

1  Obedient  to  our  dying  Lord, 

Who  bid  us  thus  remember  him, 
O  let  us  now  surround  his  board, 

His  flesh  our  food,  his  love  our  theme! 

2  Let  others  feast  on  sensual  sweets ! 

We  are  supply'd  with  richer  food ; 
When  Jesus  thus  his  people  meets, 

Thev  want  no^  what  the  world  calls  good. 


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I  Swdet  least!  here  love  and  union  reign. 
An  earnest  of  the  joys  above  ; 
And  meanest  of  the  Saviour's  train, 
We  celebrate  his  dying  love. 

4  O  may  that  love  by  pow'r  divine, 

To  all  our  hearts  be  now  made  known ; 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  shine ! 
The  people  thou  hast  made  thine  own. 

HYMN   224.       C.  M. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight. 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  ! 

2  O  may  we  feel  each  other's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part : 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

)  Free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride. 
Our  wishes  fix  above ; 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide. 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Thro'  ev'ry  bosom  flow ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 
In  ev'ry  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
tad  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  that  find- 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 
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HYMN  225.       C.  IVL 

1  See  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 

Thy  mourning  people  bend ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  power  display ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Great  God,  and  is  Columbia  spar'd. 

Ungrateful  as  we  are ! 
O  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard t 
While  mercy  cries  "  Forbear." 

4  What  land  so  favour'd  of  the  skies, 

As  these  apostate  states ! 
Our  num'rous  crimes  increasing  rise, 
Yet  still  thy  vengeance  waits. 

•5  How  chang'd,  alas !  are  truths  divine 
For  error,  guilt,  and  shame ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name ! 

0  Regardless  of  thy  smile  or  frown, 
Their  pleasures  they  require  ; 
And  sink  with  gay  indiff'rence  down 
To  everlasting  fire. 

7  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 
By  thy  resistless  grace ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  worn. 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face ; 


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$  Then  should  insulting  foes  invade. 
We  shall  not  sink  in  fear; 
Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 
If  God,  our  God,  is  near. 

HYMN  226.       C.  M. 

1  Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 

Who  makes  your  cause  his  own ; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Tho'  many  foes  beset  you  round, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm: 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint: 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die  ! 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 
Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

i    \-  surely  as  he  overcame, 

Aud  triumph'd  once  for  you  , 
So  surely  you  that  love  his  name 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

1IVM\    _J7.       C.   M. 
I    Ik  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 
To  worship  at  thj  feet; 
0  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

!   We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
To  hen  the  Sai  ionr'i  rotce  i 
Ht\  face  and  Favour,  Lord,  we  seek, 
N    (  mike  our  hearts  n  i 
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3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

And  understand  thy  word ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near. 
And  trust  our  living  Lord, 

4  Here  let  thy  pow'r  and  grace  be  felt ; 

Thy  love  and  mercy  known ; 
Our  icy  hearts,  dear  Jesus,  melt, 
And  break  this  flinty  stone, 

5  Let  sinners,  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdu'd  by  love. 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee, 

HYMN  228.       C.  IVL 

1  Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

My  Life,  my  Sacrifice  : 
My  hopes,  deep  founded  in  thy  blood. 
Reach  far  above  the  skies. 

2  Among  thy  foll'wers,  Lord,  am  I, 

Thy  glorious  name  I  bear ; 
My  brightest  hopes  are  still  on  high 
My  richest  treasure  there. 

3  But  shall  I  bear  that  sacred  name, 

And  yet  oppose  thy  will  ? 
A  subject's  highest  privilege  claim. 
And  act  the  rebel  still  ? 

4  Forbid  it,  Lord  I  no,  I  abhor 

The  base  the  trait'rous  thought ; 
I  own  thy  sov'reign  right  and  pow'r 
And  what  thy  blood  hath  bought 


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HYMN   229.       S.  M, 
I  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  thou  nearest  pray  Y 

2  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 

To  pray  and  never  cea^  ; 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay. 
Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 

»  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill. 

1    I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  descending  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee,  when  sin  is  nea; 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly. 

i  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single  steady  aim, 
1  nmov'd  by  threatening  or  reward 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name. 

6   1  want  a  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  prai-< 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  )< 
\!)<1  glorify  thy  grace. 

:    1  want  with  all  my  hei 
Thy  pleasure  to  fulfil ; 
l'o  know  myself,  and  what  tfeou  ai 
tnd  what'-  th\   perfect  will. 


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I  want,  I  know  not  what — 

I  want  my  wants  to  see ; 
I  want — alas  !  what  want  I  not. 

When  thou  art  not  with  me  ? 

HYMN  230. 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace, 

Cries  escape  to  the  mountain ; 
For  all  that  believe, 

Christ  hath  open'd  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  uncleanness, 

And  ev'ry  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely 

In  streams  of  salvation : 

Hallelujah  to  the  lamb, 

Who  has  brought  us  a  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded. 

To  the  Saviour  repair, 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy — 

And  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them ; 

It  streams  from  the  fountain 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  King, 

Reigns,  triumphantly  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 
He  is  more  than  victorious. 


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With  shouting  proclaim  it.. 

O  trust  in  his  passion ; 
He  saves  us  most  freely — 

O,  precious  salvation: 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb.  kc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand, 

When  escaped  to  the  shore. 
With  harps  in  our  hands, 

We'll  praise  him  the  more  ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains 

On  the  banks  of  the  river. 
And  sing  of  salvation 

For  ever  and  for  ever  : 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
HYMN  231.       C.  M. 

1  He's  come!  let  every  knee  be  bent, 

All  hearts  new  joy  resume  : 
Sing,  ye  redeemed  with  one  consent. 
"  The  Comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love. 

Coukl  God  on  man  bestow  ? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below ! 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit!  may  each  soul 

Thy  sacred  influence  feel; 
Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control. 
And  fix  our  wavering  Zeal ! 
i  Thou  to  the  conscience  doth  convey 
Thoqe  checks  which  we  should  knovi 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  w;i\  , 
Thou  gnr'st  us  stn  ngth  I 
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HYMN  232.       L.  M. 
\   The  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care 
With  blessings  crowns  each  opening  year. 
My  scanty  span  doth  still  prolong, 
And  wakes  anew  mine  annual  song. 

2  How  many  precious  souls  have  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  to  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  period  run! 

3  We  yet  survive;  but  who  can  say, 

"Or  through  this  year,  or  month  or  day. 

I  shall  retain  this  vital  breath, 

Thus  far,  at  least,  in  league  with  death/' 

4  That  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God  • 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  my  soul's  abode; 
It  holds  its  life  from  thee  alone, 

On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

5  To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign, 

Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine ; 
So  shall  they  live  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising  year. 

HYMN  233.       C.  M. 

1  When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
1  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks. 

And  trembles  at  this  thought  ; 


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3  When  thou,  0  Lord,  shall  stand  disclos'd 

In  Majesty  severe, 
\nd  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul; 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

4  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been ; 
And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sins. 

5  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside 

Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

6  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 

HYMN  234.     L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run  : 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  ihore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
Hi-  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  ris' 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  son^ 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  Ueflsiqgi  m  his  name 

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4  Blessings  abounds  where'er  he  reigns : 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

HYMN  235.       C.  M. 

1  Joy  to  the  world!  the  Lord  is  come! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King : 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth !  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ;    ' 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

HYMN  236.       L.  M. 

1  Shew  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 


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}  0  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  : 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

b  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  : 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  against  despair, 

HYMN  237.       S.  M. 
1   Let  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  to  death 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

I   My  thoughts  address  his  throne. 
When  morning  brings  the  light  , 
I  seek  hi-  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  crie*. 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  sinners  peri-h  in  surpri" 
<th  thine  angry  rod. 


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4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name. 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cast  my  burden  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands. 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

HYMN  238.     C.  M 

1  Lord  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

That  yields  us  no  supply  : 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees. 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground. 

And  mortal  poisons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dangerous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heavenly  road. 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below. 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  : 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlasting  day. 


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j  By  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
We  trace  the  sacred  road  ; 
Thro'  dismal  deeps  and  dangerous  snare*, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

6  Our  journey  18  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

7  Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  as  safely  through  ; 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  si 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

HYMN  239.^      L.  M. 
My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord. 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word, 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characb   s 

I  Such  was  thy  truth  and  such  tin 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  80  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mi  no. 

I  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  feironr  of  thy  prayer  : 

The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 


Be  thou  my  pattern  :  make  me  b< 
More  of  thy  graciou  "re  ; 

Then  God,  the  Jndge,  shall  omi  mj 

Anion—  3  of  the  L 


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HYMN  240.       C.  M. 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  : 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  1 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  : 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  memory  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  1 

4  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  power  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  success  ! 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  : 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

HYMN  241.       L.  M. 
2  Nature  with  open  volume  stands, 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad  ; 
And  every  labour  of  his  hands 

Shews  something  worthy  of  a  God. 
2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimson  lines. 


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3  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleasures  mine. 

1  Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  1 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

5  I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown. 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

HYMN  242.       C.  M. 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost. 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 

2  O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart  * 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart. 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  lit* 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  (heme  renen 


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o  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 
Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
For  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYMN  243.       P.  M. 
!   The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  : 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend . 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow. 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  1  sp 


Thy  bounty  shall  my  pams  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown** 

\nd  streams  shall  murmur  all  around, 

HYMN   244.       0.  M. 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  !; 
Tune  cv'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 

\\u\  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  du 

Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

i 

1-   Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  ; 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 
5  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

HYMN   ?46«       L,  M. 

1    Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord. 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward 
Vid  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 


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t  The  living  know  that  they  must  die* 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone. 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might,  pursue; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste  : 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

HYMN  246.     P.  M. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

2  O  happy  souls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  J 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  - 

They  praise  thee  still : 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  wav 
To  Zion's  hill ! 


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1  hc\  gu  from  strength  to  Btreng 

Through  \h\<  (lark  vale  of  tears, 
r J "  1 1 1  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears  i 

0  glorious  seat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet ! 

i  To  spend  one  sacred  day. 
Where  God  and  saints  abide. 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thousand  days  beside  ; 
Where  God  resorts, 

1  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  door. 
Than  shine  in  court-. 

HYMN  2\1.        L.   M. 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  lard,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

I  id  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thj  praise  -Kill  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

HYMN    248.     L.  M. 
I    "Go,  i  : .   m  ,i  m\    !  aith  the  Lord, 

"Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
II.   shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word  ; 
ball  be  damn'd  that  won't  beliei  i 

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2  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands  ; 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

3  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head  ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode  : 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  249.       8s.  7s.  4s. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

O  refresh  us  ! 
Traveling  thro'  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation, 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence  ! 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 
-3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  giv'n, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away  ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day . 

HYMN  250.       C.  M. 
I  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hatlvmade 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  j 


Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name. 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reign- 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

HYMN  251.       P.  M. 
1  Hail  the  blest  morn  !  when  the  Great  Mediator 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger — 
Lo  !  for  your  guide,  the  bright  angel  descends. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 
Shine  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  your  aid  ; 
Star  in  the  east  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

!  Cold  in  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  arc  shining 
Lo>-  lies  hi°  Jiead  with  the  boosts  of  the  stall 
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Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion. 
Odours  of  Eden,  in  offerings  divine, 

Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine? 

3  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure  5 

Richer  by  far  is  the  hearts'  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  pray'rs  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 

Shine  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  your  aid  ; 
Star  in  the  east  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

HYMN  252.       7s. 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme. 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 

Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears,. 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  : 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

3  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin  ; 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love 


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W  olcome,  all,  by  sin  opprefct, 
w  i  ;.;ome  to  the  Saviour's  bre 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 

•Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

HI  M\   253.        7s. 

1  Hark,  my  soul  !  it  is  the  Lord — 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "  I  deliverYl  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wounds 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 
I  M  Mine  is  an  unchanging  lo\ 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  >ee  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  b<  : 

poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  il  ifl  my  chief  complaint, 
That  im  lo\  e  ifl  we  ik  and  faint ; 
^  el  I  love  thee  and  adoi  i 

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HYMN  254.       L.  M. 

1  Why  should  I  say,  "  'tis  yet  too  soon 

"  To  seek  for  heav'n,  or  think  of  death  ?'* 
A  flow'r  may  fade  before  'tis  noon, 
And  I  this  day  may  lose  my  breath, 

2  If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine 

Despise  the  gracious  calls  of  heaven, 
I  may  be  harden'd  in  my  sin, 

And  never  have  repentance  giv'n. 

3  What  if  his  dreadful  anger  burn, 

While  I  refuse  his  offer'd  grace, 
And  all  his  love  to  fury  turn, 

And  strike  me  dead  upon  the  place ! 

4  'Tis  dang'rous  to  provoke  a  God  ! 

His  pow'r  and  vengeance  none  can  tell : 
One  stroke  of  his  Almighty  rod 
Can  send  his  enemies  to  hell. 

HYMN  255.       S.  M. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been. 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 


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4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this  ; 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  256.       L.  M. 

1  'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and bless'd,  and  brake  : 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake. 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine  : 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end, 

In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  shew  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name- 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN   257.       L.  If. 

1   When  I  survey  the  wondrous  c\ 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dj'd, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  '■ 

\nd  pour  contempt  on  all  inv  pride* 

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2  Forbid  it  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

1  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small  : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all ! 

HYMN  258.      P.  M. 

1  How  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  ;" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round : 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 


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3  There  David's  greater  Son 
lias  fix'd  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  : 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest ; 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  f : 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  : 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

HYMN  259.       1,.   \r. 
i   Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
\e  nation?,  bow  with  «acred  joj 
Know  that  the  Lord  i~  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 
2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  fbrm'd  as  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  ire  straj  '•' 
He  brought  us  to  hi-  fold  again. 
>  We  are  his  people,  we  hi-?  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  . 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  th\  name  ! 
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4  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs. 

High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move 

DOXOLOG1ES. 
Long  Metre. 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given. 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 
Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Short  Metre. 
Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 
As  the   148th  Psalm. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise  ; 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing. 
While  faith  adores. 


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10  FIND  ANY   HYMN   BY  THE   FIRST  I 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  !  tj 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat,  19 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,             -  -     26 
As  when  a  weary  traveller  gains 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,         -         -  -     ib. 
Amazing  Grace!  how  sweet  the  sound, 

Afflicted  soul,  to  Christ  draw  near  ;  -         32 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name!       -  -      17 

Alas!  this  adamantine  heart,             -J  -         51 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song,            -         -  -     52 

And  will  the  Judge  descend  ?            -  -         57 

Ah  !  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay,  -     To 

Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King,  -         80 

Astonish'd  and  distress'*!,  -  85 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ?  -         95 

As  -bowers  on  meadows  newly  mown,  -     99 

Alas!  the  deep  deceit  of  sin,          -  -          124 

All  glory  and  praise,           -          -          -  -   133 

Another  six  day's  work  is  none,     -  -          142 

BEHOLD  '/the  last  great  day  is  come  :         56 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  -         65 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  hinds,          -         -  -     69 

Blest  Saviour,  by  thj  pow'rful  word,  -         70 

Broad  l-  the  road  that  1-                 tth,  -  1 17 
Brethren, while  v\<*  sojourn  here. 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  thj  dot              -  -136 

e,    - 

COM  E  I  [oly  Spii  it.  heai  *nlj  1  )oi  e, 
Come  thou  fount 


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Come  humble  sinners,  in  whose  breast,  -     10 

Gome,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest,     -  15 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell,  -     23 

Come,  O  my  soul,  look  up  and  see,          -  31 

Come  let  us  join  in  sweet  accord         -  -     45 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,       -         -         -  51 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched,  -     53 

Come  sinners,  you  whose  harden'd  hearts,  1 10 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day.  129 

DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  ev'ning  song,  24 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord,  32 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  !            -  35 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove,  -     42 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  59 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ?  60 

Destruction's  dangerous  road,  78 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  all  below,            -  -     80 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day,  90 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above,           -  -  117 

ETERNITY  !  the  dread  abode,  13 

|  Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long,  86 

Eternal  life  !  how  sweet  the  sound,  -   105 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,  -     45 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone  ;  61 

Father,  what  e'er  of  earthly  bliss,    -         -  75 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands,    -  -  1 16 

Forgiveness!  'tis  a  joyful  sound,             -  122 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless,           -  -   135 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,       -  161 

RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  !         -  25 

Grant,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee,  -     90 


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Good  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread,        -  91 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah,        -         -  111 

Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches,  hear,     -  115 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise,     -         -  116 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,    -         -  121 

Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord,  161 

HE  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies!  11 

How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart,  12 

How  oft  have  sin  and  satan  strove,            -  23 

How  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys,              -  38 

Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes,  46 

Mail,  everlasting  spring!  50 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord,  74 

Ho!  ev'ry  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigh,           -  78 

I  lark  !  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  sound  !  79 

Hence  from  my  soul,  sad  thoughts  begone,  92 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is!       -         -  94 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,     -  103 

How  condescending  and  how  kind,              -  118 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place,          -  119 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives,            -  123 

Hearts  of  stone  relent,  relent;        -         -  126 
Hail  sovereign  grace,  that  first  began, 

Hail!  my  ever  blessed  Jesus,        -         -  110 

How  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight,        -  1  13 

He's  come!  let  every  knee  be  bent,       -  149 
J  bul  the  blest  morn!  when  the  great  Men. 
Hark,  my  soul!  it  is  the  Lord, 
How  pleafl'd  and  blest  was  I, 

I  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  (\u\y 
h  heaven  the  rapt'roua  I    a 


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I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away :         -  -         62 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow,     -  -75 

Is  this  the  kind  return,  93 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,          -  114 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come,  -          145 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be,      -  9 

Jesus!  in  thy  transporting  name,  -     17 

Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live,  -         47 

Jesus,  my  love,  my  chief  delight,         •>  -     48 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,           -         -  -         49 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delight.  -     111 

Jesus  is  all  1  wish  or  want;             -  -          112 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,      -  -     138 

Jesus  let  thy  pitying  eye,       -         -  -          139 

Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  God,         -  -     146 

Jesus  my  strength,  my  hope,          -  *         147 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun    -  -     151 

Joy  to  the  world !  the  Lord  is  come !  1 52 


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EEP  silence  all  created  things,  -     120 

LORD,  at  thy  feet,  I  prostrate  'fall,  17 

Lord,  in  thy  presence,  we  appear.  18 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending,  -  30 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue,  -  34 
Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road,       43 

Lord  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie,            -  -     68 

Let  party  names  no  more,  70 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye,  -     79 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears,  97 

Love  divine,  all  love's  excelling,          -  -     98 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land,      -         -  105 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend,             -  -     113 


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Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour,           -  120 

Let  sinners  take  their  course,            -  153 

Lord  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this,  -      154 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound           -  156 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,     -  159 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above,    -         -         -  160 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,    -  -      162 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love!  21 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ?     63 

Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David  !           -  -         72 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is!       -  -     95 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise     -  102 

My  sorrows  like  a  flood,            -         -  122 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy,       -          -  124 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord,     -  -     155 

NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song!  -       13 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,   -         -  15 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood,     -  -       22 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  nq  more,       -  ib. 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime,  -       82 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise,     -         -  114 

Now  in  thy  praise,  eternal  King,          -  -   115 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands,  -          -  156 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme,         -  -     164 

OTHOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears,        11 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  !  14 

O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,  -          18 

O  Lord,  my  God,  in  mercy  turn,          -  -     29 
Our  souls,  by  love,  together  knit, 
O  thou  that  hear'et  when  sinners  cry, 
D  for  a  glance  ofheav'nly  day. 


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O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy,       -         -  41 

Oh!  for  a  heart  that  soars  above,     -         -  56 

Oli !  could  I  find  from  day  to  day,       -         -  72 

O  wretched  souls  who  strive  in  vain,        -  76 

One  there  is  above  all  others,     -         -         -  77 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire,             -  81 

Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll,          -         -  84 

Oh,  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  wo,             -  85 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  1  stand,       -         -  102 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,          -         -  109 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art,     -         -  133 

O  what  amazing  words  of  Grace,     -         -  141 

Obedient  to  our  dying  Lord,              -          -  142 

PILGRIMS,  we  are  to  Canaan  bound,  38 

Prostrate  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet,    -  57 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,         -         -  93 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,         -  132 

RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return,             -  8 

Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes,  59 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs,           -         -  62 

Remember  us,  we  pray  thee,  Lord,     -         -  83 

Pteturn,  my  roving  heart,  return,    -         -  87 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye,  141 

Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord,           -         -  145 

SINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown!  20 

Submissive  to  thy  will,  my  God,         -  39 

Should  nature's  charms,  to  please  the  eye,  40 

Salvation!  O  melodious  sound,             -         -  o\ 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt,         -  bV> 

Stoop  down  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rise,  63 
Strfetch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies ; 


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Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

fades  the  lovelj  blodming  flower,  -     60 

ation !  oh,  the  joyful  sound !                -  94 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard,          -  103 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation,            -          -  130 

Smote  by  thy  law  I'm  justly  slain,     -         -  131 

Since,  Lord  j  thy  mighty  grace  did  call,  -  140 

See  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne,          -  144 

Shew  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive  ;          -  152 

Till:  Saviour  calls— let  every  ear,     -  10 

Tis  finish'*!— so  the  Saviour  cried,  -     4 

Thou  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain,       -  19 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on,        -          -     21 
*Tis  religion  that  can  give, 
The  Lord  will  happiness  divine. 

Thanks  to  thy  name,  O  Lord,  that  we,     -  44 

uone!  the  precious  ransom's  paid  ;  47 
The  Saviour,  O  what  endless  charms,           -     53 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine,    -          •  60 
'Tifl  hut,  at  best,  a  narrow  bound,       -          -     64 

Thy  favours,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls  65 
There  is  a  fountain  till'd  with  blood,              •     66 

Thou  pity'dst  him  who  once  apply 'd,       -  61 

Through  all  the  changing  -rone.-  of  lite.  71 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  tow>,  7  1 

attend,  i-  wisdom's  voice,    - 
The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

That  awful  day  will  -urely  come,    -  96 

This  wretched  heart  will  still  ba  kslidV  104 
The  Lord,  who  truly  knows. 

Tin             fhear'n  his  table  spreads,    -  107 

Thou  only  sovereign  of  my  heart,     -  11' 


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The  sainls  should  never  be  dismay  5d  -          136 

The  voice  of  free  grace,           -•■..-  -     148 

The  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care  -         160 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare,  -     158 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name  -         159 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  -     162 

■Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night,  -          167 

UNTO  thine  altar  Lord,  -     45 

Unite,  my  wand'ring  thoughts,  unite,      100 

ITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  !  *     134 

WHY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls,  4 
Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power!    7 

Without  thy  grace,  I  sink  opprest,            -  17 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord,  -     19 

With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue,  20 

When  langour  and  disease  invade,             -  25 

Why  sinks  my  weak  desponding  mind  ?  -     40 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain,      -  42 

With  conscious  guilt  and  bleeding  heart,  44 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life,  -     55 

While  T  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way,           -  81 

Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will  I    -  -     88 

Wherewith,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near,  89 

When  1  can  read  my  title  clear,'          -  -     91 

Why  should  a  living  man  complain,           -  100 

Where  is  my  God  ?  does  he  retire,     -  -  103 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,         -  104 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,        -  -   108 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise,       -  111 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament,            -  -  125 


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A\  hat  strange  perplexities  aris<  -         12/ 

What  sound  i^  this  salutes  mine  ear,  -   128 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light,  -          131 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  -      160 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,  -          157 

Why  should  1  say,  "  'tis  yet  too  soon,  -'    166 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,          -  -          166 

When  I  survey  the  wondYous  cross,  -      167 

YES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ;  5 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men,      -         -  -     CO 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,  -          83 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigour  warm,  -   101 

Ye  sin-sick  souls  draw  near,           -  -          107 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God,  -   110 


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